Word Of Honor/Shan He Ling Fic Recs

Wolfsbane

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (fem)

Genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+

Word Count: 16.7k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of warfare/violence, mentions of blood, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, outdated sexual norms/attitudes

Author’s Note: Feedback and reblogs are what keep me going - so any and all thoughts are greatly appreciated!! This is unedited because I just wanted to get it out lol; I will be doing a read-through tomorrow for errors, but if you guys find any in the meantime, please let me know!!

Summary: You took a deep breath before lifting your head, staring right at Chan. “I can be your collateral – as your wife.”

As you trudged up the stone stairway, heavy buckets of water swinging from your arms, you stopped to wipe the sweat off your forehead – and curse the day your father had ever been born. 

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Wʜᴏ Sᴀɪᴅ Tʜʀᴇᴇ's A Cʀᴏᴡᴅ?🥀

namseok X female!reader

established relationships (nobody's cheating on anybody okay!)

t. || kissing, flirting, oral sex, vaginal fingering, f/m/m, porn with plot, some aftercare, praise kink, dom!sub undertones, hinted subspace

tw. || no extreme warnings

You've been doing this back and forth for six months. It was, sometimes, great having two men who doted on you but, when dates and schedules clashed, it was more often tiresome. 

Both were real gentlemen, they never made you feel any less for having another boyfriend: where Namjoon was quiet and brooding, Hoseok was vibrant and full of energy. Namjoon was a successful and well known music producer while Hoseok was a popular choreographer so their paths crossed quite often. It amazed you, though, how they never buttheaded or took jabs at each other and always were respectful for your sake. 

That's why you came up with this proposal, it made sense to you and, maybe, if you sat and talked about it together, it could work. Of course there would be boundaries and rules but it could work, had to work. There was no way you could choose between the two men, you could never hurt any of them like that.

You sent both Hoseok and Namjoon the same invitation for dinner tomorrow night at your house, gave both men the exact same time of eight pm to arrive and made sure to include a no gift rule before you busied yourself getting the groceries, a bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne. 

You hoped this Valentine’s Day would be better than any of you ever imagined. 

~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~

Dinner has been great so far, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Both men were polite to each other and openly doted on you without stepping on the other person's toes but you sensed the confusion and tension hanging in the air, you felt the slight surge of electricity every time you touched each other and, when you looked at them, there was something unspoken there. It lingered like a heavy cloud with each interaction and you thought to yourself that, maybe, your proposal would be beneficial to you all in more ways than one.

~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~•💋•~•🌹•~

You cleared away the dishes and brought in cake and chilled wine. 

With dinner finished, it was time for the talk. It needed to be done and you couldn't avoid it any longer. It was important that everyone was on the same page if these relationships were going to work out. 

"So." You started.

You crossed your legs and watched as Hoseok lifted his glass to his lips and Namjoon settled back in his chair and gave you their undivided attention. Both men peered at you with hooded eyes as they silently waited for you to continue. 

"It's been six months since I started dating both of you and I know it gets a little annoying sometimes for you when schedules clash. So, I want us to put all our cards on the table and I will be respectful to any decision either of you make because I know how far fetched my proposal will be." You continued, your throat suddenly dry as the words rushed out of you and eyes burned a hole into a spot on the table.

"What exactly are you proposing?" Namjoon asked. 

Hoseok glanced at him, his fingers reached up and clasped together tightly on the table as his gaze shifted back to you.

"Well. I want only one relationship instead of two separate understandings." 

They both sat up straighter, more attentive as something akin to worry flashed in their eyes.

"I'm not breaking up with anybody. I want dates, bonding, a real relationship with both of you." You said quickly in an effort to reassure them both.

"We've been doing that already." Hoseok stated, brows furrowed in confusion and his head cocked to the side.

"No. I mean together. The three of us. Instead of me with one of you while the other waits for me to be available." 

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Yeah. If you're not okay with it, I can understand. It's just an option I'm putting on the table, because I don't want anyone to be left out at any point in time." You continued.

You sat for a moment, tense and with bated breaths, eyes planted back to the same spot on the table to avoid their surprised expressions as you gave both of them time to fully comprehend your proposal. 

Namjoon spoke up first, his hand settled on the back of his chair as he shifted his body towards you.

"Would I be required to date him too?" 

You felt something in the pit of your stomach akin to a knot as the air felt a little bit warmer between your clenched legs.

You had never discussed sexuality with either of them before but the question brought up images of all three of you together in your mind. You thought about it for a moment, if you were going be honest, and it would be hot as fuck to watch them together. You wanted it, but only if they were comfortable.

"No. I wouldn't be opposed to the idea but that's a conversation you should have with him."

Namjoon's gaze was on Hoseok in a silent question, he watched patiently as Hoseok sipped his wine and adjusted in his chair. His facial expression was almost unreadable as he thought it over for a moment before he responded. 

"I've been wanting to fuck him for a long time so I'm not opposed to the idea either." His answer was directed at you, eyes pierced into yours, gaze so intense as if he was daring you to object.

You licked your lips and pressed your legs closer together, movement not missed by either men. You noticed the sly smile that crept onto Hoseok's lips and the soft chuckle and shake of Namjoon's head.

"Well then, just fuck?" Namjoon asked, eyebrows raised in question.

"Among other things, I'd treat you the same way I treat her." Hoseok responded, eyes shifted to meet his.

"Touché." Namjoon replied, glass lifted to his lips, as he watched Hoseok from the corner of his eyes.

"Well then, that's settled." You smiled at them both and released a long breath you had not realized you were holding the whole time as your shoulders relaxed.

"Kitten?" Hoseok called your attention to him as he lifted his glass and twirled it gently between his fingers.

Your eyes glazed over as the knot in your stomach tightened and heat rose up to spread through you. You knew where this was going next.

"Why don't you come sit on my lap, hmm?"

"Yes, Sir."

You swallowed hard as you tried to ease the dryness in your throat and rose to your feet to, slowly, walk around the table to him. 

You deliberately took the long way around just so you could walk past Namjoon. You smiled as you watched your fingers trail over his broad shoulders and down his arm as you passed him, out of reach. 

You planted yourself in Hoseok's lap and smiled as your hands reached up to drape over his shoulders loosely. 

“Want Sir to make you feel good tonight, Kitten?” he asked, lips pulled up in a lopsided smirk that let you know he was in his Dom character. 

“Yes, please?” you answered softly with short breaths as your skin grew warmer. 

“Are you begging now?” Namjoon asked and your eyes shifted to meet his own as he pulled your attention to him.

“She always begs because she knows I like how she sounds when she does.” Hoseok answered for you. 

“Hmmm.” He responded as he leaned back in his chair and got comfortable to watch you with someone else. 

Your gaze moved back to Hoseok and you watched as he lifted his glass of wine to his lips for another sip, eyes intent on yours as his fingers came up and pulled you into him for a kiss. 

It was soft at first, his lips slowly moved over yours coaxing you into relaxation as your lips eased open to let him in. His lips tangled with yours, he licked and stroked at the walls of your jaw and the roof of your mouth, it quickly grew from soft and teasing to lewd and filthy and you loved every minute of it. 

You felt a hand slide up your thigh and ease your legs open, a soft whimper fell from your lips as Hoseok turned your head towards the newcomer.

“Can I get a kiss too, Babygirl?” Namjoon asked with a smile that dripped with mischief as he taunted you with the endearment.

Your gaze shifted between the two men as you assessed the situation, none of them seemed uncomfortable in any way so you leaned forward into Namjoon and brushed your lips against his. 

“Come on, Kitten. I know you can do better than that.” Hoseok teased, his voice an octave deeper than earlier, his breath caressed your neck and made the hairs stand on end as a shiver ran down your spine.

“Are you scared, Babygirl? I’ve never seen you afraid before.” Namjoon teased. 

His tongue came out to lick your lips and his hands tightened around your thighs. You felt something inside you snap and all your inhibitions fled to the farthest corners of your mind as your lips pressed harder into his and your hands reached out to trail down the front of his shirt to the slight bulge in his jeans.

“I think she’s ready to play now.” Hoseok goaded before you were lifted and set down on top of the dining table. 

Hands slipped further up your thighs and gave a hard squeeze as they eased your legs further open. Your head lolled back as you leaned back on your hand for support. Hoseok pulled his chair closer and sat back down, he looked you in the eyes, gaze more intense than you had ever seen before, then lifted your legs up onto his shoulders to trail a path of heated kisses up the inside of your thighs. You could feel the sudden flow of moisture pooling between your legs while you watched him. When he reached your sweet spot his tongue slipped out to lick your lips through the thin scrap of cloth covering them and your legs shook violently. He smelled your arousal, tasted you as you seeped through the wet spot in your underwear, with a grin he dipped his head between your legs and, hungrily, licked a long stripe up your lips. 

Your heavy breaths slowly grew to moans that bounced off the walls around you as Namjoon pushed your dress up, shifted your panties and slid his tongue inside you to lap up your juices. He slid his hand behind your head and turned you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a desperate dance of tongues and teeth. His hand came up to push you dress further up your waist so he could find your breasts and he kneaded at the soft flesh through the thin fabric of your bra, a low groan escaped his lips as you moaned and pushed up into him.

Namjoon lifted the dress further up your waist and over your head then eased you back to lie on the table. 

“Now Babygirl, you’re gonna be good for us tonight, right?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.” You moaned, biting into your lip and arching up off the table at the feel of Hoseok's tongue dipping into your wet heat once more before it came up to twirl around your clit.

“That’s a good girl.” Hoseok said as he, softly, ran the pad of his thumb over your clit. 

Namjoon's hand caressed the curves of your breasts as his head dipped to lick at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

“Come now, Babygirl. You know how much I like to hear you sing for me.” Hoseok’s tongue pressed against your clit, he teased at sucked at the small nub pushing you further to the edge.

Namjoon's hand splayed across your belly, kept you pressed down against the table as Hoseok ate you out until your legs shook and you were dripping on his tongue. 

"You like that don't you? Tell me how good it feels." Namjoon asked as he, gently, pushed back your hair from your face.

His head dipped to your chest, his tongue swirled around the bud of a nipple before he pulled it between his teeth to suck hard. He groped your breasts, pushed them up and kneaded and squeezed them as he licked and bit at your nipples. 

You could feel Hoseok's fingers as they slid against your walls. You felt so full, so overwhelmed, but you wanted more, you needed something more. You moaned and panted louder, your tongue snaking out to wet your lips. Namjoon felt your growing want as your muscles tightened under his hands. The glazed over look in your eyes, your short shallow breaths, the way your body squirmed as you fidgeted under his hands. He knew you were right there, could almost feel your orgasm as it peaked but you needed something extra to take you over the edge. 

He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and pulled it down. Instinctively your mouth opened and your tongue protruded to lick the tip of his finger and welcome it as he slipped it between your lips.

As if on cue, Hoseok's fingers picked up their pace, they slid into you harder as his tongue lapped at your clit. A deep growl escaped him as he sucked on the bud and pulled a high-pitched moan from your lips. Your skin was on fire, head so light you could barely think straight, the feeling so intense it made you shiver and your legs tighten around his head to press him closer into you.

Namjoon slipped two fingers between your lips and you latched on to them. You sucked and moaned around his digits, tongue sliding along their length as your fingers slipped into his hair and tightened around the locks at the nape of his neck. 

Head thrown back, you gagged on Namjoon's fingers at the back of your throat and ground against Hoseok's face shamelessly. 

You felt so good taking everything they both had to offer, lightheaded and dizzy as if you floated high on a cloud in that moment. Namjoon used his other hand to grope at the mound of your breast as his teeth sunk into your neck and Hoseok chose that moment to press against the tight coil of nerves inside you with his fingers. Bursts of lights exploded behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, pushed over the edge, your body jerked violently and you felt like you floated around aimlessly on a bed of clouds. 

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They both caressed and soothed your body with kisses as the high of your orgasm slowly faded. Each man uttered soft words of comfort and praise and you slowly became conscious of your surroundings.

“You were such a good girl for us.” Hoseok whispered before kissing your lips. You could taste yourself on them and his tongue and something inside you stirred.

“So beautiful, so good.” Namjoon praised you softly as he brushed your hair gently and a hand caressed you softly.

“That was so good.” You marveled, breath barely stable.

Namjoon chuckled softly against your neck as he pressed his lips to the mark he left there. Hoseok moaned, a soft sound of pleasure at the sight of your post orgasm glow.

Hoseok rose from beside you to get bottles of water for everyone to re-hydrate. Your eyes drooped, heavy from the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

“Kitten?” Hoseok called and you quite literally purred back to life for him.

“She’s worn out already?” Namjoon teased pulling you closer to him.

Hoseok laughed and the quick flash of emotion in his eyes as he stood aside and watched you with Namjoon made you shiver and chills run down your spine. 

“Drink your water, Kitten. It’s going to be a long night for us all.” Hoseok smiled taking a healthy gulp of water himself.

He walked over to where you were cuddled up into Namjoon and wrapped his hand around the other man’s neck to pull him in for a deep and almost desperate kiss. Hoseok's tongue slipped between Namjoon's lips and he groaned as Namjoon pulled him further in so he could suck on his tongue until Hoseok's hand tightened almost painfully around his neck. 

Namjoon eased out of the kiss, eyes glazed over lost in the passion Hoseok ignited in him. As they both turned intensely heated gazes at you, you knew in that moment that your life had changed forever and this would be the best Valentine’s Day you ever had. 

Hoseok smiled down at you, eyes filled with almost sinister mischief.

"Drink up, Kitten. The party's just getting started."

Porsche and Vegas or how you find unlikely allies

Tbh one of the things I wouldn’t have expected to happen, not in a million years would be Porsche and Vegas being in the same side.

Now picture the image of Kinn and Pete looking how the loves of their lives escape on a bike. Like. What the fuck.

I think Kinn will be too blinded by his -I wouldn’t say hate, tho in this very moment it definetely morphed into that- distate and distrust for his cousin.

But what about Pete? Does he think that Vegas manipulated another person? A friend of Pete’s on top of that. Does he think Porsche is another Tawan and Ken? Does he doubt himself and start to think that everything that happened to him was a long game of manipulation? Or does he blames himself for not stopping Vegas to keep trying to get back at Kinn/the main family? Is he even emotionally stable to see how WILDLY strange is to Vegas and Porsche to work together? Does he feels something is off, something he doesn’t know but that Vegas is not acting in bad faith?

I don’t know.

But I keep thinking how these two came together, with no false pretenses. How not in my wildest dreams I would think Porsche and Vegas working together. If I saw that in a fic I would probably think it was too ooc.

And the interesting part is that: no pretenses. Everything is out front.

I see a lot of people coming for Porsche’s throat for not trusting Kinn with this. But the thing is, he find himself in an enviroment he doesn’t trust.

Remember when Kinn said: “I promise. Whatever you want to know, I’ll find every answer for you”

And that’s the thing. It’s too dangerous. Kinn would move heavens and earth to find the answers he needs. But what if those answers were held by his father? What then?

- At best he would tip off Korn bc Kinn would act weird and they don’t know how many of their people would risk to put their loyalty on Kinn before Korn, because at the end of the day he’s still the patriarch, so everyone is essentially his eyes. - At worst he would go directly to Korn to ask him and Korn would bullshit his way as always.

The result would be the same: Korn would erase all possible evidence and Porsche would be still without answers.

At the end Porsche would have put a mark on himself. He will be always wondering when Korn would finally decide he’s not all that special and that guilt is not enough for the risk of him putting Kinn against Korn.

So he’s doing all of this to protect Kinn and their relationship. He wants to be able to be with Kinn. But he knows he either figures it out by himself or it would eat him alive for the rest of his life. He needs to.

Then enter Vegas.

You have no contacts, no means, no resources. You don’t know where to even begin to look. You need someone who has all those things and the intelligence and experience to uncover things.

(what’s very funny is that if the Theerapanyakul brothers had any kind of communication, Porsche would know to go to Kim and his murderboard)

So why Vegas? Also how the fuck he contacted Vegas if he was supposedly off the grid and in hiding?

I think there’s a gap, lost time we didn’t see.

We see Porsche answering an unknown number’s call after leaving Pete in the bathtub. But he talks very normal, serene. He knows who’s he’s talking to. And it’s definetely a secret seeing how fast he hungs up after Kinn arrives.

What I think? That call was Vegas. They were already in contact. I don’t know who contacted who first, but now that I’m thinking of it, I think it was Vegas who reached out first. He wanted to talk to Pete, to see him again. But he has a price on his head, so who would help him? The obvious choice is Porsche. An outsider enough to not instantly react how the mafia deals with things (read: bloodbath) and possibly Pete’s best friend. I’m betting my right hand he promised anything in order to be able to see Pete. And that’s how Porsche found out the perfect man for what he needed.

He promised to think of something.

Then enter the bathtub scene.

When I was watching it I thought Porsche had a weird expression on his face. It was not exactly anger for the torture Pete has on his body. It was a kind of cold anger. Restrained.

Now I realize it’s because he has strong suspicions of who was it. Why is he asking for “who”? If what Tankhun said was right and Pete indeed was held prisioner since his last mission, Pete would have been tortured by the second family’s people, not Vegas who was in hiding. So why not say it?

But then Vegas did contact him, asking for this strange favor in exchange for anything Porsche could want.

Porsche is conecting the dots and is not liking the picture that paints:

1. Pete wasn’t in the second family’s house (they checked when looking for Vegas).

2. Vegas called him, putting himself in danger, asking to meet Pete and promising anything in return.

3. Pete is barely holding together his bubbly exterior, clearly traumatized and with his whole body covered in healing wounds.

4. Pete is not denying that a single person did this, too out of it to notice that that is an answer by itself.

5. Pete is still not saying who did this to him and he looks in the verge of tears. He probably spent all his energy debriefing with Chan, now he looks like if you push him too hard, he will burst into tears.

6. Porsche is saying that if he tells him, he will deal with it himself, not saying anything to Chan or the others. He ask Pete to trust him.

7. Pete looks like he’s gonna crack and put his trust on Porsche, but the moment Porsche mentions the second family, he immediately closses off.

8. When he tries to push him more, Pete looks like he’s gonna start sobbing any minute now.

(Why? He realizes he could start a war between the families. And if he’s the reason, Vegas would suffer the worst consequences -by his father, by the two families. He realizes the secret of where he was and with who would be out, and nobody would understand him. And that’s what both breaks him and gives him strenght: the fact that nobody would understand him. Only Vegas. Vegas who he betrayed and the one who makes him feel like he’s losing his sanity and at the same time whole again. So he shuts up)

Now Porsche is having a more complete picture, but he’s aware he’s missing some things. So when Vegas calls him again, he decides he would agree with a meeting. BUT with safety measures. In a safe space, with people who care for him and would defend him. With himself closer in case things go south.

So he creates an opportunity, a night out at Yok’s.

And there’s is where he finds another dot to his personal murderboard:

(Tankhun definitely has psychic powers bc how he could have choose the most perfect song?)

This? This right here is not the face of a man suffering from physical torture. This is the face of a man suffering from a broken heart (and yes, physical torture too)

So Porsche goes to find Vegas, seeing everyone is distracted. And the following interaction is what I find most interesting:

He goes to him and Vegas looks at him expectantly, whith hope. And then Porsche punches him.

But what he says? He says “This is for Tawan. *punches him again, this time with relish* And this is for Pete”

Why? The Pete part I understand, but the Tawan part messes with that.

“This is for Tawan” - For what? For making him come back to Kinn’s life just to fuck him over?

But then he says “And this is for Pete”. For what? For torturing him? For messing with him?

As you see, these two makes sense separately, but not together, because what these two have in common? Their hearts being broken by Vegas.

So yeah, I do think Porsche is meaning all those things, but more importantly he saw how badly Vegas manipulated Tawan. Even if Tawan was an asshole, he didn’t deserved to be manipulated like that and have his love used against him. That served no purpose, that was cruel (even if I think Vegas ultimately tried to make Tawan go in the most sweet way possible, trying to spare him the pain before dying)

So what Porsche is focusing the most here is the personal relationship part, Vegas relationship with those two people.

He’s being all “You fucked up Tawan, someone who was definetely not a fool. Now what the hell did you do to Pete?”

And when Vegas pants and say “aahh okay”, he get what Porsche is saying now. He accepts it. After the first punch he looks like if he were in any other situation, he would retaliate. After the second one? He deflates, because he knows he deserves it.

“He didn’t tell me anything, but I could guess”

And Vegas closses off, like Pete: “Are you done?” (Because he knows it doesn’t matter if he tries to explain, nobody would understand (parallels again anyone?))

V: “At first I thought if there would be something that Kinn couldn’t help you with. Now I get it. I’m glad you thought of me”

P: “I don’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone. Even the main family, I don’t trust any of them. But I think you’re the only person whom can be bought by them”

Then Vegas offers his help, so that means this was initially a one time thing: I take Pete somewhere where you can see him, and I can ask you if you know something.

But what none of them expected was the fact that Vegas recognized Porsche’s mom from a picture in his father’s studio.

Now it’s not something about Porsche business. It’s not even something about the main family. It’s something it affects both of them bc it was not only Korn who treated differently Porsche, Kan also ordered Vegas to not injure or put him in danger. So something is definetely off, and they both want to figure out what. (I didn’t read the novel, but I know this specific thing and I’m incredibly immpressed how the show is handling it and using both misdirections and foreshadowing)

Porsche needs to know what happened in the past and what’s happening around him. He needs answers in order to be happy with Kinn.

Vegas has been feeling that something was off for a long time. His father is hiding something, something very improtant considering he has a fucking photo of Porsche’s mom in his fucking studio. He wants to know. He wants leverage on his father. He wonders if this would make him uderstand why his father treats him the way he does.

Because… Did we forget how many times Kan has beat Vegas while screaming how dissapointed he is that Macau and him are his sons? How sneered that they were weak as their mother?

Then you had a picture of an unknown woman in his fucking studio. Someone who Korn also knows.

So it’s not hard for Vegas to reach to some conclussions: 1. Either Porsche is the son of the woman his father loved (and probably Korn too), 2. or Porsche is the son of his father with the woman he loved, making him his brother and explaining why his father despises so much Vegas, Macau and their mother.

Either way he has a connection to Porsche now, a personal one. And that’s why Vegas demeanour changes so much with Porsche. It’s not that he has been changed by the power of Pete’s love or some bullshit (though Pete did help him with his self growth), is that he’s acting with him like he does with Macau: a softer version of him, one that protects and don’t lash out.

I think Porsche is leaning for option one, or more like, he refuses to even think about any other possibility: he’s the son of his parents and that’s it. Also thinking of anything else would be dangerous, bc that would make Kinn his cousin at best, and his half brother at worst.

And Vegas…well, considering how fucked up is his world and his perspective under his father’s hate that Porsche doesn’t have, I think he’s leaning into option two. Now he has something to focus on, someone to help and protect. And if this also helps him to fuck somehow his father over, he will welcome it. . (aaaaaaand holy shit. I did it again *cries*. I wrote another monstruosity like I’m in a fever dream wtf I’m so sorry! *runs*)

Jikook smut rec pt. 2

two sides; same story by namjoone

Registered Alpha by Little_Dimples

thigh highs by graesun

good boy by boyish

dirty laundry by wordcouture

Stupid Batteries by Zelupsi

set my love on fire by astrochild

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Charmander

look here (because soon you’ll want me) by graesun

lux in lupus by orphan_account

talking body by empressium

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between the pages

summary: you and namjoon had dated for a few years before life drew you apart. years later, you’re skyrocketed to the bestseller list as your first book gets released. and who’s book sits next to yours in the bestsellers display? namjoon’s does. will this be your second chance at a perfect love?

warnings: its very fluffy to be honest, theres probably language, all the poems are credited at the end of this post bc i cannot write poetry to save my life. so.. yeah

WC: 4k

UNEDITED SORRY

You hunched over your laptop, blanket covering your shoulders as your fingers typed furiously on the keyboard. You were so close to finishing your first novel, a romance. You were pretty proud of it if you were honest with yourself. It had taken you years. The only thing that had kept you going all of this time was the memories of your childhood sweetheart that you got to relive as your words danced across the page as you wrote. 

“In the end, it was always you. It is only in your eyes that I can see my whole world.”

You smiled, clasping your hands over where Monie’s hands cupped your face. You were exhilarated, heart racing from your chest as he leaned down. The moment you had waited so long for was here, and as his lips gently touched yours, your world exploded into color. 

You know you looked silly, a gremlin over your laptop with a grin that you couldn’t shake off of your face. You remembered that day like it was yesterday, the start of something so incredible between you and Namjoon. 

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THE STRANGER

When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

word count: 26.7k genre: angst/smut/romance

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A Weekend on Jeju (M)

Summary: Namjoon asks you to accompany him on a weekend vacation so he won’t be alone, and you decide to use it as an opportunity to confront him about the steamy moment you shared a few months ago, but can you work up the courage?

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 10.7k

TW: swearing, Namjoon cooking, flirting/teasing, confusing kisses, mixed signals, insinuated masturbation, shower scene, biting, oral, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fluffy sex, squirting

You stretch as your eyes flutter open, feeling well relaxed after your nap in such a comfortable bed. Wait a minute. Bed? You shoot up and look around. You have no idea where you are, or a better yet, where your pants are, because they aren’t on your legs like they were this morning. The last thing you remember is being in the van. You had just gotten off the boat and were on your way to the house you were staying at on Jeju.

You look around the room to see light streaming in the open windows, a light breeze blowing the curtains, your luggage placed neatly at the end of the bed. You hop up and walk over to the sliding glass door adjacent to you, opening it to be instantly greeted by the smell of salt water and the sound of crashing waves. You walk out onto the deck as the warmth of the afternoon sun envelops you. You walk to the edge and lean over the bannister, smiling when you see exactly how close you are to the water.

“Wow.” You breathe out, admiring the scenery around you. You thought places like this only existed in movies.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A familiar voice behind you interrupts your thoughts.

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